He smiled with an ineffably benign superiority. - from Dracula by Bram Stoker

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Maius, that sat with so benign a cheer. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

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The benign forehead of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope. - from Ulysses by James Joyce

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of the domestic hearth and the guardian spirit of man, and it was her pure and benign influence which was supposed to protect the sanctity of domestic life. - from Myths and Legends of Ancient Greece and Rome by E.M. Berens

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Nature seemed to me benign and good I thought she loved me, outcast as I was and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness. - from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

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to be grieved, to tremble When he saw so benign a creature Fall in disease and in misaventure. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

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alike, even-tempered True of his word, benign and honourable Of his corage as any centre stabl. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

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Joy benign Glow'd in his eye, and o'er his cheek diffus'd, With gestures such as spake a father's love. - from The Divine Comedy, Complete by Dante Alighieri

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Interpreting Hester Prynne's deportment as an appeal of this nature, society was inclined to show its former victim a more benign countenance than she cared to be favoured with, or, perchance, than she deserved. - from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Sultan For when they came from any strange place He would of his benigne courtesy Make them good cheer, and busily esp. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

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believed firmly That cruel houndes, or some foul vermine, Had eaten you but God of his mercy, And your benigne father tenderly Have done you keep" and in that same stoun. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

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And thus she said in her benigne voice Farewell, my child, I shall thee never see But since I have thee marked with the cross, Of that father y-blessed may'st thou be That for us died upon a cross of tree Thy soul, my little child, I him betake. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer